My Nextdoor Lover

Letters

The sun's warm rays penetrated through the curtains of windows in the bedroom where Yoon-tae and Florence slept. Yoon-tae stirred, woke up, and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his entire life, Florence sleeping peacefully in his arms next to him. He reached to touch her forehead and brushed a bit of her fringe away with his fingers. Florence sighed and stirred as soon as Yoon-tae's fingers touched the skin of her forehead, she fluttered her eyes open and saw Yoon-tae smiling at her and she smiled back at him. "Good morning, Florence," said Yoon-tae "Good morning, Yoon-tae," said Florence "Did you sleep well?" asked Yoon-tae "I slept like a baby. What about you?" asked Florence "I slept well," answered Yoon-tae "I never had a good nights sleep until last night," said Florence "Why is that?" asked Yoon-tae "Work mostly. But it's nice to have some time off now and again," answered Florence "How do feel?" asked Florence "Fine. But I have a slight headache," answered Yoon-tae "You must feel a little hungover from last night," said Florence "I must be," said Yoon-tae "Tell you what, we'll leave the curtains closed for today and I'll make us some breakfast," said Florence "Sounds nice," said Yoon-tae and Florence got out of bed and went into the kitchen, leaving Yoon-tae all alone in his room "Florence is one caring girl," thought Yoon-tae "She does make me smile every day," thought "So why can I stop thinking about her?" Yoon-tae asked himself. And then he realised his answer "I'm in love, with Florence."

While Florence was preparing herself some porridge in the kitchen, she took out her phone, searched for a hangover soup recipe, and began making the soup for Yoon-tae. "Something smells good," said Yoon-tae as he entered the kitchen "I hope you don't mind me making you a bowl of hangover soup for your breakfast," said Florence "Not at all," said Yoon-tae as he sat down at the dinner table. "Thank you for staying with me last night," said Yoon-tae "You're welcome. I never turn down a friend in need," said Florence "Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" asked "I don't go back to work till Monday next week. So yes I'm free tomorrow night. Why do you ask?" asked Florence "I don't think saying thank you isn't enough. I want to thank you by taking you out for dinner tomorrow night. And maybe watch an episode of Hwarang afterwards," answered Yoon-tae "You don't need to do that," said Florence "I do. So where would you like to go?" asked Yoon-tae "There's music and street food down at Hebble Wharf, behind The Hepworth Gallery. We could go there," answered Florence "Sounds great. But please help me stay away from the beer," said Yoon-tae jokingly which made Florence chuckle "I will make sure of that," said Florence. Florence looked at the clock and realised what time it was "Oh my word! Look at the time. I'd better finish my breakfast and get myself ready," said Florence as she got up to do the dishes "Don't bother with the dishes, I'll do then. So what's the hurry?" asked Yoon-tae "I'm going to visit some of my relatives today," answered Florence as she finished her breakfast and got dressed "OK, I'll see you tomorrow then," said Yoon-tae "See you tomorrow, Yoon-tae," said Florence as she walked out of Yoon-tae's apartment.
Just as Florence left Burgage Square, a man dressed in a black suit entered the apartment building. As Yoon-tae began to do the washing up he heard the door knock, he opened the door and saw who was standing there "Why are you here?" asked Yoon-tae "I'm here to give you this letter from your parents," said the man in the black suit "What do they want?" asked Yoon-tae "The letter is for your eyes only," answered the man in the black suit before leaving Yoon-tae. Yoon-tae opened the letter and read it:

"Our dearest son,
I hope you are well and looking after yourself. Whenever we hear from you, your father and I could never be more prouder than before because what you're doing is great, especially for those who need it. It fills our hearts with joy. Your sister gets excited whenever you tell her about your neighbour.

But I am writing to invite you to dinner next month at 19:00pm as your father and I have something to discuss with you.